tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871577876643713622011-07-08T21:04:41.926+04:30I'm an artist and graphic designer living in Kabul City and now I study Fine Arts in Kabul University. This blog is about the things that interest me (art, photography, design, natural history, music, History of Arts, etc.) and the projects I'm working on.Abdul Wahid Bahadurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411872107596343679noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87157787664371362.post-30523897390767465832009-06-30T09:59:00.002+04:302009-06-30T10:07:26.289+04:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7QXxlPLhDk/SkmkDIFMOoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nO3mtx0lMF4/s1600-h/5017_98067420665_694115665_2464187_2031460_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352990005722364546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P7QXxlPLhDk/SkmkDIFMOoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nO3mtx0lMF4/s320/5017_98067420665_694115665_2464187_2031460_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">You who are silent</div><br /><div align="left">You who leave it to others</div><br /><div align="left">You who do not hear the screams</div><br /><div align="left">Every bomb that falls</div><br /><div align="left">Every 'call for restraint'</div><br /><div align="left">Every blood clot etched in the sand</div><br /><div align="left">Calls out in vain</div><div align="left">Calls out in pain</div><br /><div align="left">Calls out your name</div><br /><div align="left">Remember you let it happen</div><br /><div align="left">Remember you turned away</div><br /><div align="left">Remember you were silent</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87157787664371362-3052389739076746583?l=hazaragia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abdul Wahid Bahadurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411872107596343679noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87157787664371362.post-13538917250427298562009-04-06T09:57:00.000+04:302009-04-06T10:11:08.978+04:30<div align="center">She's all I ever had</div><div align="center">Here I amBroken wings</div><div align="center">Quiet thoughts</div><div align="center">Unspoken dreams</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here I am</div><div align="center">Alone again</div><div align="center">And I need her </div><div align="center">nowTo hold my hand</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She's all, she's all I ever had</div><div align="center">She's the air I breathe</div><div align="center">She's all, she's all I ever had</div><div align="center">It's the way she makes me feel</div><div align="center">It's the only thing that's real</div><div align="center">It's the way she understands</div><div align="center">She's my lover, she's my friend</div><div align="center">And when I look into her eyes</div><div align="center">It's the way I feel inside</div><div align="center">Like the man I want to be</div><div align="center">She's all I ever need</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So much time</div><div align="center">So much pain </div><div align="center">(but)There's one thing</div><div align="center">That still remains (it's the)</div><div align="center">The way she cared</div><div align="center">The love we shared</div><div align="center">And through it all</div><div align="center">She's always been there</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">April 4th 2009</div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/87157787664371362-1353891725042729856?l=hazaragia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abdul Wahid Bahadurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02411872107596343679noreply@blogger.com0